The warmth of the morning sun spilled across Maple High's courtyard, its golden rays unable to dispel the palpable tension that clung to the campus. Aria sat on the edge of a stone bench near the fountain, absently tracing patterns on the worn leather cover of her notebook. Her thoughts swirled like the cascading water behind her—tangled in emotions she couldn't quite untangle.
Samuel's cryptic warnings, Liam's guarded confessions, and her own stubborn determination to unravel the truth left her feeling like she was being pulled in a dozen different directions. And then there was Liam. He was her solace, her safe haven in the storm. But even his warmth couldn't shield her from the shadows creeping into their lives.
A familiar voice interrupted her musings.
"Daydreaming again?"